Authors Note: I missed the two year anniversary for this story by a month… pity. Ohh well, here we go again with a revised and extended version of 'The Wars of Light and Dark: Mandalorian Wars'. There aren't too many changes to the story early on, aside from an added chapter here or there. The real 'extensions' happen when I started to rush the original. Release times should occur at roughly the same time every week assuming I don't become incapacitated on a more permanent basis… or die. Both of which would be bad… probably.

I hope you enjoy it!

Disclaimer: This will be the only time I say that I don't own the Star Wars Franchise in any way… sorry, my snappy line generator is broken.

Prologue

Fate and Future

Date: *static* *static*

Logan's day had started out fine, and yet, it had somehow ended in this horrible situation. The events blazed through his mind in a matter of no more than two seconds. He had awoken, like always, to the sound of the incessant rooster alarm blaring out of the speakers on his cell phone. Groggily, he had crawled into a sitting position on his bed. "Hon? You have to leave so early?" A muffled female voice came from behind him. His Fiancé sat up and wrapped her arms around him while he tried to wipe some of the grog from his eyes. Blearily he stared down the hall at the bathroom while his body yelled at him to say 'to hell with it all' and fall back asleep, that it was only 6:30, but he had already been late twice that month and his boss was an ornery bastard.

"Yeah, I got early call and a double shift today, but I'll be back in time for tonight." He said while gingerly unwrapping her arms from around him. Before getting up he turned around and gave her a short kiss then moved on to his morning routine. His unsteady foot falls were assisted by a hand pressing lightly against the uneven surface next to him as he walked down the bookshelf lined hallway. His job as small time security guard gave him plenty of time to read. The books had no real set genre to them; there was Fantasy, Sci-Fi, Historical, Text Books, Foreign Languages, weapons, etc.

He was in the bathroom for no more than fifteen minutes before walking out fully awake, with neatly combed blonde hair, a finely trimmed beard, and ready for his very mundane job. His Fiancé was a nurse, and it was rare for them to get a date night like tonight. After one final glance back into the bedroom to see her completely out of it already, a smirk spread across his face while he grabbed his latest book then headed out the front door.

Ahhh donuts… the breakfast of champions, mostly couch champions, but Champions the less. He hadn't expected much for the day, but it was even more boring than usual watching the live feed of a group of warehouses that rarely saw any traffic at all. He was lucky to have the job really, it was rather well paying. Personally, he had absolutely no idea what he was guarding in the complex of buildings. There were three two man shifts, but one of the guys had called in the day before with the flu. He was 'fortunate' enough to pull the man's shift, so he'd been stuck with the double today. As much as Logan hoped the man got better, he couldn't help but silently curse the missing guardsman inside of his head.

He finished off the now lukewarm cup of coffee before him and stared at the monitors once more before going back to his book only to be interrupted seconds later. "Oy, Logan it's your turn to take the rounds," a burly man said as he ran in slamming the door behind him. The brief span of time the hole had appeared in the otherwise sealed room had drained it of heat. That was the usual effect when it was in the lower twenties outside. A quick glance at the clock told him the man had rushed through his 30 minute shift, a whole 7 minutes early to be close to exact.

A small sigh and Logan marked his place then stood up. "Alright, I'm on it," he remarked as he threw on his oversized coat.

However, as he reached for the brass door knob the other man on his first shift spoke up. "'Deep Sea Life: An in Depth Study of its wonders'… Man, when are you going to bring in something more interesting again?"

"When you stop drinking that nasty decaf crap from the local grocery store," was the blonde's retort as he opened the door and left it ajar for longer than necessary to drain the remainder of heat from the room. It was a slight revenge for forcing him to go out into the below freezing temperatures so soon, but it gave him enough satisfaction for now.

Things were slow and quiet, though to be honest; in all his time here there hadn't been a single thing aside from that crazed squirrel that lived in the back tree and set off alarms at regular intervals. The round was thankfully nearly complete when he heard a crash come from the back building. A curse drifted from Logan's lips as he stopped in his tracks and listened intently for another noise, but nothing came. With a hasty yank he managed to pull his walkie out then called his 'companion' in the monitor room. "Hey, Shawn, check out all the camera's on building six. There was a loud crash."

A few moments passed and he got a call back. "Nothing there Logan, it's probably just one of those huge freaking icicles like on Building Three, but you'll have to check it out." Great, he would kill for something other than the damn stick he was allowed to carry, a taser at least… or, well anything really. Slowly, and with no small amount of trepidation, the blonde peeked around the corner to the back of building six. What greeted him was a kid, standing there in the snow with a ball of the fresh white powder in his hand. Without taking any more note of his surroundings; the kid wound up and threw it at the wall. After a loud 'thunk' some of the ice and snow collapsed down from the roof with a definitive crash. "Hey, Kid, what are you doing in here? How'd you get past the fence?"

The child turned to face him, a boy no older than seven, mostly covered by heavy clothing, yet his face was obviously rosy from being in the frigid temperatures for so long. The Kids hand moved up and wiped what Logan could only guess was snot from his face and stared at him. "Hey, I asked you a question." Logan stated and took a rather menacing step forward.

As if his movements were a cue, the kid turned to and sprinted away. Logan, being the good security guard that he was, took off after him as quickly as he could manage. The cloth enveloped kid was laughing happily and Logan's teeth clenched and he ran while biting back one curse after another. Rounding the corner back to Building five he slipped on some ice and fell to the ground. Frac, how was this kid so fast in all this damn other than liquid water? As he got to his feet he looked up at the kid who was standing a few feet away a snowball in his hand once more. Logan's eyes narrowed thinking 'he wouldn't dare'…

The little brat smiled at him sadly throwing Logan a bit off. "This is not where your fate lies, t's not where your future lies," the kid said and hurled the snowball. Though the kid had thrown him off guard a bit with the creepy little speech, the ball of white powder was easily sidestepped. Logan raised his hand, finger pointing as if he was about to make a point, however, a loud thunk resounded through the air from behind him…

Wait… thunk…?

No… He glanced up as a sheet of snow and ice came crashing down onto him.

The next thing the blonde knew, he was back in the heated room getting a slight slap to the face. "Oi, I said wake up Logan." The ever familiar voice of Shawn reverberated and overpowered his sluggish senses. The slap helped too…

Hazel eyes opened slowly and painfully it felt like someone had taken a sledgehammer to his head. "Yeah, yeah, I'm up. Hand me some headache medicine, I got a horrible one."

"Yeah fine, but what the hell were you doing out there?" the man questioned as he moved to respond to Logan's request.

"Was chasing some damn kid around the back side of the complex; not sure how he got in. Did you catch him?" Logan queried as he took the medicine.

"Er… what Kid?" Shawn looked a bit confused.

"The damn brat I was chasing around building six!" He exclaimed rather more than annoyed.

"Ehh… you… sure your head's feeling alright? I was watching you the whole time and you were the only one there. You stopped around building six and for nearly a minute, then for no reason, took off at a run."

"Shawn… I'm not up for your God forsaken jokes right now." Logan stated and turned to check out the security footage himself. A easy few buttons and he was rewinding the appropriate camera. After a few moments he stared at the monitor in confusion… the other man was… right. There really was no kid there. The blonde was sure there had been. That creepy delusional kid's last words still echoed in his mind and he tried to shake it away, but only made his headache that much worse.

"Anyways, my shifts up and Jose's coming in soon, so I'm out of here. I already told him what happened. Take care of yourself, alright?" Shawn more stated than asked as a bit of worry creeped into his voice.

Logan rubbed at his temples then stared hard at the security footage once again. He had it paused at just before he took off at a run. Hazel eyes blinked slowly like that would make the boy appear on screen and then replied. "Yeah… not a problem," Logan's hand was up in a brief almost dismissive wave.

Luckily, the rest of the day had gone by peaceful and easy, aside from the throbbing headache he had. Every time he went around Building six until he clocked out for the day he looked for traces of the kid, but didn't find a single one. Maybe it had all just been a hallucination, but he hadn't read up on anything like that caused by the cold. The two piles of snow and ice were there where the kid had thrown the snowballs, but those could have just fallen off by chance.

Regardless, it was time for his date with Clair, and she got angry when he was late… not that it seemed to bother her when she was the one slowing them down. The woman had that frustrating side to her like that, but he loved her oddities and faults too… most of the time.

She had been waiting for him at the house when he showed up twenty minutes late due to a small crash he came across on the way back. Traffic had been hell for about three miles. Clair was naturally angry, and though he knew that she knew it wasn't his fault, she seemed insistent on barraging him with 'if we're late we might lose our reservation.' The damn place required him to book it two weeks in advance. The price was equally gag inducing.

Needless to say, they were in a rush to get there, but he insisted on driving slow due to the horrid weather conditions that night. Black Ice on the roads was common and the probable cause of the wreck he had seen that afternoon.

Unfortunately, the small 'argument' had become about more than him being late and he knew not to try to defend himself too often lest he spark off something new. "You could try a little harder you know," was her most recent remark.

"Yes, I am aware Clair, but if I simply rush in then I could fail, rather than preparing for another year." Logan said back.

"You said that last year Logan." She huffed. "And look at the time. They've probably given our table away already. You could have found another way around the wreck and gotten back in some semblance of time. "

"My apologies for refraining from causing another accident," he replied with bitterness creeping into his tone. Ohhhh, he shouldn't have done that. He was quickly hit with another barrage about his inability to progress in any field of study and his inability to make up his mind on a real career while she had already started full time work as a nurse.

One thing led to another, and before you knew it he was just tired of it all. After the day he'd had, the headache still pounding into his mind incessantly, and the barrage he was putting up with currently; all while trying not to get them killed with streets full of idiots who didn't know how to drive in these conditions. "Fine how about we just turn back then?" He yelled back at her while taking his eyes from the road ahead and fixing them firmly on hers.

"Fine, why don't…" She started and cut off as horror spread across her face just before the whole car was light up. His head jerked around in time to see headlights, and the screeching of tires reached his ears. It was obvious to him already that they wouldn't stop due to the ice.

His two second reflection on the day ended as the headlights slammed into the side of his car. A scream from behind him, and the world went black again. Words echoed repeatedly through his slowly darkening mind over the sound of car horns, unintelligible yelling, and that incessant static. "This is not where your fate lies, t's not where your future lies..."

Prologue - End